Now, I need you to lay down, close your eyes, and just vent to me, talk about her, tell

Me what she did

I was wrapped up in your lies, I was trying to get up out of mine, I was trying to escape

That fire

I was trying to relax your mind, but it took way too much time, and she never really cared

For mine, and she never really ever tried, and she wasted my time when I really tried

To cater to her, when I really could've focused and just put in the work

Swear to God, I was selfless when it came down to her, but she'd probably tell you

Different cause she don't know the worth, she don't know the mental struggle when you

Put someone first, she don't know how I felt when she got on my nerves, she don't understand

The feeling being thrown in the dirt, and having lies on your name that you can't even

Reverse, man all the conversations that I really had to rehearse, yeah, she don't get

It, she don't get it, no, she don't get it, she don't get it, no, Now talk to her

Pretend I'm her, she don't understand, she don't understand, pretend you're having a conversation

She don't understand, she don't, ayy, where the fuck was you when I was really in my feels

Where the fuck was you at when no one else was here, where the fuck did you go, did you

Disappear, did you really end up lying and you never cared, why you never hold me down

You was never there, why you always keep your feelings in and never share, got me contemplating

Things I'd never dare, act on but you know you ain't playing fair, and when Haley did

You dirty, why you go and switch, like you playing with my mind and you ain't give a shit, like

You know that I'm trying but you ain't convinced, why you always think I'm lying when I'm saying

Shit, I don't wanna hear your side because you full of shit, yeah, you always in denial

That shit leave me pissed, yeah, your friends did you wrong so now you overthink, now it's

Every weekend you decide to have a drink, every time you drunk, that's when you involving

Me, and you put your hands where you won't believe, now you throwing bottles, now you

Cussing me, say it's my fault that you stuck with me

So, how was that

Good

I feel like we're making progress

Next

Talk about the good times

The good times?

The good times